Thursday, June 11, 2009

I was called in during the night to see a sweet old lady who'd fallen down and had a small brain bleed. When I was done examining her she asked me if I'd talk to her son "Big Hank" out in the waiting room. I said I'd be happy to.

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My mouth dropped to the floor after that one. Such contrasting images, and it leads to so many questions. Did Big Hank not have time to change? Or, was he simply secure enough to be himself? If the latter is the case, more power to him.

in medical school, I did an OB/GYN rotation. In clinic I interviewed a new patient, a 30-something year old woman with a complaint of menstrual pain. Took the history, handed her a paper gown, said I'd come back in a few moments. When I returned she was wearing the gown, lying down on the exam table. So the nurse & I got into position to do the vaginal exam, only to find a penis. The patient burst out laughing.

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